This is a song about "Pikachu fighting ash"

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I likely will be chased through hell with missiles raining ash,

Money ain't a thing

But im sick of the fighting

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Frightening, so fucking frightening

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

Fighting vicious like please

Cause there could never be peace